A Time to Talk

Posted on 16th Feb 2014 07:03 pm by admin

When a friend calls to me from the road
And slows his horse to a meaning walk,
I don’t stand still and look around
On all the hills I haven’t hoed,
And shout from where I am, What is it?
No, not as there is a time to talk.
I thrust my hoe in the mellow ground,
Blade-end up and five feet tall,
And plod: I go up to the stone wall
For a friendly visit.

-Robert Frost (1874-1963)

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tumhare naam ki mehndi

Tere naam ki mehendi sajai maine hatho mei

Tujhko chupaya maine apni sanso mei

Ch

Never Wanted To Say Goodbye

I think of her and our time together,

And the tears come to my eye.

I never wante

saikil ke pahiy fir se ghumay

चलो फिर से बच्चे बन जाते हैं

लौट कर

A Farewell
With all my will, but much against my heart,
We two now part.
My Very Dear,
Our solace i

It Feels Like A Lifetime Ago

Feels like a lifetime ago

that I loved like that.

Wanting more

and more a

KYA KAHTE HAI LOG

KYA KAHTE HAI LOG KUCH SMJH 

NAHI AATA.... ULJHI HU KHUD 

KI HI PAHELIY

Your Path, My Heartbreak

You are blinded by shame

For all you have done

It hurts me so bad

That I

utho dhara ke amar

We Wear The Mask

We wear the mask that grins and lies,

It hides our cheeks and shades our eyes,—

JAB AKELA HOTA HUN

Jab akela hota hoon, rula jaati hain unki yaaedin.

Fir wohi beeti baatein yaad dila jaati